THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT.

I watch as Harry's eyes flutter shut and a small sigh escapes his mouth before his cherry red lips curve up into a smile. His face looks relaxed and it's like a huge burden has been lifted off his shoulders. Like he's achieved something great.

His hands give mine a small squeeze and the his eyes fly open again. The pain and sorrow they once reflected seems to be replaced by happiness. There's a unique shine to his emerald eyes that makes him look alive and young.

The dimpled smile is still evident on his lips, it doesn't falter as he stares at my face and seeing him this happy makes me feel like I've actually done something which will help Harry to get better and for a moment I find myself smiling back at him even though there's a loud voice in the back of my mind, shouting profanities at me for lying to him when I knew where this all will lead.

"You still love me?" Harry questions again, with a huge smile adorning his lips and his eyes looking almost dreamy.

I hesitate momentarily at his question but decide that it's the best for me to just agree with him and so I silently nod my head, trying to keep the smile on my lips as I do so.

Harry's face brightens up at that and one of his hand lets go of mine to cup my left cheek, his thumb gently grazing over my cheekbone. Harry's gaze travel towards my lips before he looks back up into my eyes. Slowly he leans in, pausing when there's merely an inch left between our lips.

Harry's nose touches mine as he continues to stare into my eyes, brushing his lips against mine a couple of times and a shaky breath escapes my mouth as I wait for Harry to finally kiss me.

Soon enough he does, pressing his soft, plump lips fully against mine and immediately his eyes flutter shut. For a moment his lips stay still against my own, not moving at all, like he's trying to savour the feel of our lips touching before finally he starts moving them slowly and gently, caressing my lips with his own, in a sensual and passionate way.

His tongue darts out of his mouth and he runs it along my bottom lip. I willingly part my lips, loving the way he's being so gentle towards me. I shiver slightly when I feel his fingers running down from my cheek towards my neck, lightly touching it before letting his hand travel down to my shoulder and then the clothed swell of my breaśts.

Harry's other hand caress my bare thigh, trying to sneak past the material of my shorts and towards the most sensitive part of my body.

I gasp and break the kiss when he cups my breaśt roughly, Harry doesn't seem to notice though. His lips attaches to my jaw, sucking and nipping on the skin before pressing gentle kisses to the assaulted skin.

Harry continues to kiss and bite on my neck, sometimes licking the skin while his hand slips into the front of my t-shirt. A breathe out nervous when his cold fingers run along my skin, leaving goose bumps in their way.

"H- Harry." I say with a gasp, grabbing onto his hands when he's about to take my shirt off.

Harry hums in response, looking into my eyes momentarily before attacking my neck with his lips again.

I clench my eyes shut tightly and try to hold in the moan wanting to leave my mouth when Harry bites down on a specific spot at the base of my neck, my sweet spot.

"Wait, please." I say with a gasp and slowly open my eyes when I've gained enough strength to talk clearly with stuttering or gasping.

"Don't you think we should start all over again?" I ask him nervously, hoping that he'll agree with me. I'm not ready for anything more intimate than kissing with Harry. It scares me, to give myself to someone after the last time Josh had taken me forcefully, against my will. The horrific memories causing me to shudder.